Potatoes

Oh spud of the earth, so pure & humble So perfectly simple, it makes my heart stumble Once staple of the poor, of life anew A survival chance for folks like me and you Turned comfort food that never lets you down It wears its peel elegantly like a crown Roasted, mashed or fried with care Boiled with love, with friends to share With eyes that gaze out, eager to see What tender dishes I prepared for thee Let's all cherish this proletarian root So versatile, yet always a beaute